The Way of the Fox

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jokermoreau:

#oh god i was so confused because at first i thought this was jared padalecki #PLOT TWIST IT’S ACTUALLY MATT SMITH

here’s another one

It looks like steve rogers

plot twist: it’s jensen ackles

Well, Jensen was on the short list to play Captain America, so… :3

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zohbugg:

mmm yes yes this is good

Source for this loveliness is one Dawid Auguścik. Enjoy!  :D

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guitargirlwhowritessillysongs:

This girl was secretly a Super like the Incredibles. Her power was Babysitting.

Headcanon Accepted.

I have this headcanon that after they wiped her memory of Jack Jack’s ‘episode’ Rick Dicker decided to train her to become a special babysitter for supers because for all the chaos in the room and how frazzled she was in the end, Kari still kept the situation relatively under control.

KARI IS COULSON’S NIECE

KARI IS COULSON’S NIECE

HEADCANON ACCEPTED!

Best headcanon?  Best headcanon.

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I know this is a Cruella picture, but holy crap can they PLEASE just remake Sunset Boulevard and get some of the Broadway cast?  This pic just screams Norma Desmond!

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saeto15:

andalite parade lol

the tiny little baby oh my shit it’s so cute!

Lookit that adorableness at the front!  :D

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Remember that time Colossus fucked Kitty through the floor?

OMGs. I’d totally forgotten about this! Haha. Brilliant.

That’s what I call knocking the bottom out of it.  XD

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YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES

This is the only one of these I will ever reblog

Reblogging again because it is the TRUTH.

They are the couple I strive to be

THIS ^

YES PLEASE GOD SEND ME MY GOMEZ

“How long has it been since we waltzed?”
“Oh, Gomez… hours.”

I idolized them as a kid. And I wanted to marry Morticia. Still do.

They were everyone’s OTP at one time. If you try & say otherwise— YOU BE LYING!!!

AND THEY WERE PERFECT PARENTS TOO!

They were fiercely proud of their children’s accomplishments.

They played together as a family.

They went to school plays, parent/teacher interviews, and helped with school work.

They co-parented, Gomez was just as active in raising their children as Morticia was.

When their children wanted something that they disapproved of, they were disappointed but relented because it would make them happy.

Couldn’t find a copy of the host segment itself, but MST3K’s episode “Eegah” had a discussion about how family sitcoms of the 1960s and up tended to have only one living parent. It was suggested that the only NORMAL family was the Munsters. The Addams Family were the others.

Truth!

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30secondstocalifornia:

Can we just observe when he says “communicate their feelings and just enjoy each other’s company” what we see is people just staring on their phones. No one is interacting with another person.

Aren’t we mindless zombies already?

I’m seriously tired of the message ‘technology has made us all zombies and we don’t talk to each other anymore’. Yes, there are serious problems. Yes, there is a large amount of room for improvement.

But you know what I did before technology? You know what I did before I had a phone? 

Nothing. When I was in school I brought novels with me every day and I read them. I didn’t talk. I managed to make a few friends and only had fun with them because they forced me to do things that I hated. I don’t like parties and clubs and other stuff, every single bit of that was hell for me, because I like quiet and suck at conversation and places like that were nothing but balls of stress to me. 

If not for technology, I would still be a miserable pile of constant anxiety, afraid to break out of a routine for fear I’d do/say something wrong and stupid. I never talked or socialized and when I did muster up the nerve to speak it was always awkward or too blunt. I became known as a cold-hearted bitch who was mean to everyone, even though what I mostly did was go home and cry and call myself stupid.

Computers changed all of that for me, showed me for the first time that there were people like me. The better tech got, the more I opened up. But I still was pretty alone when not around people I knew, because I’m not a talker, not really. 

Chatting online - chat rooms, emails, lj comms, fanfiction, all of that taught me how to be social. All of that helped me be braver, made me more willing to talk to people anywhere, everywhere. It’s less overwhelming to me now to have to go into a strange room and talk to people. I don’t go deer in the headlights now when someone randomly starts talking to me. 

My phone also helps when I’m being harassed. Back when I didn’t have a phone, if the nutjobs on the bus or in the airport started harassing me, I had no choice but to endure it until it was over or try to say something or just leave and risk whatever the fuck happened next. Now? I always have my phone. I can always call and say ‘talk to me so this person leaves me alone’. I can text someone to come rescue me at the bar. I can fucking call for help at the drop of a dime if I have to. Airports are no longer a terrifying place where I will be stuck for hours with no one to talk to unless I want to risk an uncomfortable, even dangerous, situation.

Technology made me more aware of the problems and challenges that other people face. It showed me a broader world. It’s made me more patient with people, it’s made me more determined to remember that you never know what someone is going through.

If not for technology, I never would have been brave enough to try writing. I doubt I’d be an author right now. I certainly never would have met this crazy chick who was living in Vermont and was just as miserable as me. I never would have emailed her every morning and night and texted all through work and wound up with my best friend and current roommate slash business partner. 

So don’t fucking tell me that technology is turning us into zombies that don’t communicate.

And people don’t just enjoy each other? that’s such bullshit. I was at a concert just a couple days ago. The radio was playing while they waited for the show to start, and Gangnam Style came on. The entire fucking building exploded with people dancing and cheering and laughing and having a good time together for no reason more than we were all amused as fuck that song came on the radio.

I see that kind of thing happen all the time. We’ll randomly be talking about something on someone’s phone at a restaurant and the waiter will chip in because he recognizes it. I’ve shot the shit with so many people over something that was happening on someone’s phone. People I may not have talked to otherwise.

Technology is quite literally one of the main reasons I live a brighter, louder, happier life than I would have otherwise. Like goddamn hell am I a zombie.

^^^

Seriously, tired as fucking shit of neo-luddite bullshit

also how many of the people who reblogged this photoset regularly communicate with people through the internet? oh, all of them? ok

i feel fairly sure that neo-luddites have been doing their thing since the telephone was invented

“oh why don’t you talk to REAL PEOPLE in REAL LIFE instead of USING A MACHINE”

refusing to use tools that society has developed doesn’t make you SUPERIOR

Fucking. Cosigned.

If it weren’t for technology I never would have met my boyfriend.

This was written about Walkmans, but I find it wholly applicable today…

Being Morally Opposed To The Walkman Carries With It Certain Responsibilities
by Penn Jillette

Published 1989
From Penn and Teller’s Cruel Tricks For Dear Friends, Page 178

I was leaving my business manager’s office. The elevator arrived right away and I got on to find there was another passenger. She was black, she had a beautiful smile, her headphones blended with her hair, and she was listening to some pop love song on her Walkman. It was loud, but I couldn’t make it out. Maybe I’d never heard it before, but it was a love song. I smiled, slipped on my super-cool candy-red headphones, and turned the Clash’s London Calling way up.

We had ridden together for several floors when we were joined by one of those bicycle delivery guys. He had a little hat, the tight black bicycle pants with the reinforced crotch; he was Hispanic and had the little tiny headphones that fit right in the ear so you can only see a couple little spots of blue and some wires coming out of the ears. He looked at us, wrote something on a manila envelope, put it in his backpack, and turned up his music. I have no way of knowing what he was listening to, because “Revolution Rock” was filling my head. But whatever it was he was enjoying it. We swayed our heads together in different rhythms.

The three of us rode a few more floors, then were joined by a businesswoman type. She had on one of those female biz suits, and her hair and makeup were soft and natural. I think she ran every morning or at least took a dance class. Through the light tint of her glasses, I saw her look at each one of us and roll her eyes up. Then she started shaking her head like we weren’t going to notice. My fellow passengers didn’t notice, but I slipped my headphones down around my neck and said, “It must sound like Charles Ives out here, huh? Is it too loud for you?”

She gave me this little condescending smile through her tastefully lipsticked mouth and said, “You people just cut yourselves off from everybody, don’t you? I mean, it’s really bad enough that no one even makes eye contact anymore, but you people just walk around in your own little worlds. We’re a culture of very lonely people. It’s sad. It’s really very sad.”

Since the other two people in the elevator were still in their own respective little worlds, I appointed myself spokesperson for us three lonely people. “You were really dying for human contact here, weren’t you? Huh? You walked on this elevator and said to yourself, ‘Oh, Jiminy Cricket! I really wanted to talk to this delivery boy, this receptionist, and this big ugly son of a bitch with a square head. But alas, they’ve cut themselves off from my personal contact. I guess I can’t have any meaningful dialogue with them. Darn.’ You don’t give a yuppie-tweed-fuck about the three of us! You just need something sensitive and humanitarian to talk about over your fuckin’ power lunch…. I’ll make a deal with you - we’ll take our headphones off and we’ll listen to you, but you better have something to say. And when you ask him what kind of bike he has and he tells you, you better really care. And you better keep us entertained… do a little fuckin’ dance if you have to! When each of us walked onto the elevator we smiled at one another and you just rolled your fuckin’ eyes. So, you want personal contact? Shoot!”

So, this was another elevator ride in the big city during which I didn’t fall in love, make a friend, or even set myself up to get laid. But I do enjoy the Clash.

Seconding that cosigned.

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Sigourney <3

SIGOURNEY <3

I can’t tell if that’s Cate Blanchett or Annie Lennox.

Wow I’m gonna need a moment. Can I just… my god.

(Also that’s Cate Blanchett.)

This is now my favorite photoset ever.

…you know, I think that’s the best pic of Kristen Stewart I’ve seen yet.

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